Saturday, February 10, 2007

Lima Beans, Collard Greens, Peachy Keen

Tonight Mark and I have a date with my niece/BFF, Bella, age 2 1/2. We'll recreate Cinderella and dance around to "John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt". Bella is in a princess/Cinderella phase right now. She runs in circles around the house screaming "I'm running down the stairs, I'm running down the stairs!" And then she runs up to us, "I lost my slipper?!?" Later in the night, we'll pretend to be Cinderella's evil step mother and rip Bella's dress to shreds. Bella will race into the kitchen and throw herself to the ground (very dramatically) and pretend to cry. After a few seconds, she'll sidle up with that upset look in her eye. I'll have to pretend to be her Fairy Godmother and wave an invisible wand through the air and tap her on the head. This, you see, will give her a brand new, beautiful princess dress. And then we repeat this many, many times throughout the night. I will admit though, it's better than the time she pretended to poop all over the kitchen floor and then made Mark pretend to step in every single pile.